Happy Thanksgiving if you celebrate Thanksgiving and actually read this

This was pretty much three dreams packed into one:

Sitting at my computer, get two IMs. One from a friend of mine, Katrina, telling me she found some seashells at the beach and would I like one, they are filled with pink water. Another from Will, um, asking me out. I said yes to both of them, I think. Then I am at a large dinner table with my family and some other people. Someone is passing around a glass full of the aforementioned pink water seashells. I take one.